Black Ink: A Collection of Poems

Are You Happy Meeting Me?

People normally stop and stare

Under their scrutiny, I refuse to care

A little girl in a college building?

Oh come on! Who are you kidding?

I admit I am small and short

Like a lone marble in an empty court

But this little girl is a kiddo no more

This cuteness will make your eyes sore.

Sometimes I'm not confident of how I look

I'm far from that perfect girl in my romance book

But I believe I am so damn pretty

When nobody's sitting right next to me.

My hair is straight and long, my bun is messy

No lipstick, no blush on; my face looks empty

Got sneakers and heels, and a foot that can kick

My smile is sweet but can scoff if you make me sick.

I'm sometimes quiet and sometimes loud

Sometime's I'm shy, sometimes I'm proud

I'm normally happy and rarely angry

But jeez, I'm always hungry.

They say I'm innocent, can't hold any grudges

Said I am too kind, can give second chances

I am more than what your eyes can see

What? Are you happy meeting me?